There’s a problem all hidden from view,
Said the “Last Week Tonight” host, it’s true.
Shrouded in secrecy,
It’s a big mystery,
We must uncover the truth, we must pursue.
There once was a word quite contrary,
That meant exactly what it did carry,
It was “literally” said,
With no irony fed,
A simple meaning, not at all airy.
There once was a piece of music, so grand,
Not meant for politics, understand,
But it was used with power,
In a political hour,
A mistake, she wrote, unplanned.
There once was an event quite grand,
But grants were canceled and businesses banned,
Brand activism did fail,
And the bottom line fell,
For the end of slavery in the land.
There once was a star named White Lotus
Who found talking to Trump voters a bonus
It’s hard to converse
With views so adverse
An understanding gap that’s enormous
There once was a man, 41
Who was killed by a gun
He was just a bystander
Now his life’s a wonder
In the wake of a tragic run
There once was a nonprofit so bold
Promising privacy, or so I’m told
They’d uphold 23andMe’s laws
Protecting all their users’ flaws
Their commitment, a story retold
There once was a man named Boelter
In a silicone mask, he did falter
Approached with disguise
Caught by keen eyes
Now his fate seems to be at the alter
There once was a secretary of state
Who trolled the president’s insecure state
She pointedly teased
Over his long-standing pleas
With witty remarks to berate
There once were protests with great might,
No Kings was the rallying fight,
Six million did show,
Prominent the glow,
For freedom they shined in the light.